5 comments/ 76945 views/ 21 favorites Mary and I By: Momstheboss My wife was the oldest of 11 children. I had met her in the big city when she was 18, just turning 19 when much for her family moved to the Eastern shore of Maryland to live in the rural countryside. Her mother did not like me very much in the beginning as I had been married before. She was quite "religious" at the time and hardly managed to talk to me as I courted her daughter. My wife Della and I were married after a year of courting. Due to her mother's raising, she was a virgin when we married though I had given her a lot of oral sex, she jerking me off with a sock on my cock. Her mother, Mary, warmed up to me after 10 years of marriage. The magic number I suppose when she figured our marriage was secure for the long run. By the time 20 years rolled around I could even say she was funded me. Now, in the mix of these 11 children was John. John was a healthy and well-rounded young guy until he reached his 19th birthday and he began to suffer from seizures. A brain tumor was found to be the cause. The operation helped little in stopping the seizures. His health continue to fail and by the time he was 27, he was confined to a bed that was placed in the dining room, I suppose you could call it, off the kitchen and adjacent to one of the back doors. Both rooms were open to each other with only old and scared 4 x 6 studs dividing them. There was a wall there at one time. I wife's father, Mary's husband, and passed away when John was early in this 29th year. It was a sad time for all and my daughter and her mother had a difficult time with their "religious" beliefs. I felt at the time that her mother and I became a bit closer. John required a lot of attention, and was the center of attention as his bed was basically in the kitchen and family life revolved around the many family members in the kitchen. Time passed and there came a time when there were only two daughters and one son left living near Mary and John. Mary refused help from anyone, though I would travel there at least twice a month to check on her. It was always an unnecessary trip, perhaps a quick to the market, but I did it because it made my wife feel better. There came a time when my mother had the notion she was a healer. Things were happening with John that she insisted was because of her hands laid on him. I never got the impression religion was involved in this feeling process. There came a time when I was having trouble with my shoulders and during a weekend visit, with most of the family there, she suggested I get on "her" table and let her have a go at making my shoulder problems go away. Her table was in the next room which was an extension, divided by chimney/potbelly stove and staircase. of her bedroom in the old house. Actually, it was the living room, the bedrooms upstairs, but Mary needed to be where she could help John 24/7. It was out of sight of the rest of the family mingling in the kitchen, though we could converse very easily with them. I was 32 at the time and Mary, I figure, was in her early 50s. I lay on her table as she murmured under her breath and squeezed, massaged and poked at my shoulders. Me and a few others in the kitchen were joking about their mother's ability, much to her scorn. Quite embarrassingly, I developed a hard-on which was quite noticeable through my jeans. I watched my mother closely to see if she had seen it. A bit of time passed and I concluded she had seen it but was ignoring it. Ignoring it, until she reached down and squeezing it quite hard through my jeans. She slapped it smartly and promptly left me, returning to the kitchen. As she intended, I was quite sure, my cock withered. I left the table and returned to the kitchen. We avoided eye contact most of the afternoon, until Della and I, and our two kids, said goodbye. I had found the incident humorous and for a few days pondered what my mother must have thought or was thinking about the incident. Now, when I made my trips to visit her and John, I rarely called and she never made any comment to advise be otherwise. On a Tuesday, I was off from work and told my wife I was going to visit her mother and John. She was pleased. I had breakfast on the Eastern shore and pulled into my mother's yard about 10:30 AM, seeing her Crown Vic in the yard assured that she was home. Walking up the ramp on the right side of the house, I took note that the three windows had the curtains drawn and the door had a shade pulled down. I glanced back at the car wondering if someone, daughter her son, had picked her up to do some shopping. That would have to mean someone else was with John. But why with the curtains drawn? As the pane glass in the windows were thin, I hammered on the wooden part of the door as was my custom. Apparently the shock to the door, caused the shade of the door window to fly up, causing a flapping sound as it reached the top. I was shocked to see my mother looking up at me, with a deer in the headlight expression on her face, as she straddled John's midsection, her dress hiked up and blossoming out around her. It took a few moments to determine, but there was little doubt, that Mary was having sexual intercourse with her in-firmed son, John. Giving the lady credit, showing no concern, she lifted herself off John, putting one foot on the floor and then the other, leaving John's erection sticking through his briefs to the open air. It listened wet. After opening the door for me, I heard disgruntled murmurings from John. Noting there was one more window, framed on the back corner, also had the curtains closed. I saw Mary's underwear wrapped over the headboard in the corner. Mary offered no greeting, but turned and walked into the kitchen to the sink and stood there with her hands to her face. I wondered if she was crying. She stood there for the longest time and I pondered if I should just go away, but finally she turned. "Good morning, Press." Mary greeted. "Why don't you fix yourself some tea. Let me finish up here and we will talk." I watched my mother fetch a chair and place it midway of the bed. She sat down voicing comforting words to John and began stroking his cock. I tried to concentrate on boiling water and finding the teabags, my attention constantly being drawn to his soft moans and noises from John as his mother stroked his cock. It did not take long and I soon heard a familiar grown of male orgasm. Mary reached into a bucket I had not seen and retrieved a washcloth, squeezed it dry and cleaned John and her hand and wrist up. She tucked his limp cock back into his briefs, whispering to him that now he would feel better and for him to go to sleep. Before I sat down at the table, I had made 2 cups of tea, one, the way Mary liked hers. She sat down in front of her cup, gazing around at everything except me. "About a year and a half ago," she began, "I was bathing him and he got an erection. He began giving me a really hard time. He's always been difficult, but that time he was just flopping around, his penis rock-hard. It is very hard to understand what he says, but I've gotten a lot better than most of the children. After listening very close, I was convinced I heard him say "touch it". I did and he calmed right down." She took a few moments to compose herself. "Needless to say I was shocked but I began stroking it and even put the head in my mouth. It only took a few minutes before he shot off. I've been doing that at least twice a day and sometimes in the middle of the night since that first time. It calms him down tremendously, believe me!" I sipped my tea and studied my mother. I wanted to ask her why she went beyond the call of duty...to suck it. Such a stiff and uptight woman I had thought her to be. Now, I found out that she not only masturbated her son, but had succumbed to taste the fruit herself. I pondered whether to ask when she had started riding his erection or wait to see if she would eventually tell me. I sipped my tea and waited. I thought of her walking around panty-less. She excused herself and headed for the bathroom. "Can I make you a sandwich or a piece of cake?" She asked on returning from the bathroom. "Yes a sandwich would be great." I answered. "I know what it must look like I'm insane." She said, gathering the sandwich items. "But a woman has needs. I usually masturbated to satisfy my needs but I was stroking him one night and I got a great desire... a great desire... to have it in me... his thing... his cock. I could see she was truly embarrassed and frazzled. I told her I understood and she did not have to worry about me saying anything. As I ate my sandwich, I queried her about John's health, the rest of the family on the Eastern shore and how she herself had been doing. I asked if there was anything she needed done. anything she needed to go, that I had three hours to accomplish any task. Sitting in front of me she started crying. I leaned forward and took her hand and reaffirmed my understanding and promise not to say anything. Sniffling and trying to control her crying she affirmed that she was not a bad mother, told me the first time she had done it she cried half the night at her inability to control her needs. She explained that because of her husband's, Bob, drinking she had shunned his attempts at intercourse, taking her sexual desires into her own hands. If he had not passed away, her incestuous desires would never had been realized. She cursed him for dieing on her. Now, her daughter, my wife's sister, Sarah was only 18 months older than our 10-year-old daughter. I had always wondered if a woman with 11 children, one, so late in life, enjoyed a good cock or just wanted a large family. This is from the perspective of a single child. This kind of thought also produced pondering of what it might be like to fuck my mother. She wasn't my type? I would have to say I would, but I pondered fucking her not marrying her. She soon dried her eyes and sucked it up. She stood and left the table and went to John's bed to see if there was anything he needed. He wasn't sleeping. She poured him some juice and helped him drink it. "I can't think of anything that I need doing that wouldn't take most of the day. I can get Michael (her son, the only one living near) to do that job when he has time." She was at the sink again with the bucket that had been by John's bed, her back to me. "Couple weeks ago when you were on my table you got an erection... what caused that?" She quizzed. "I suppose, just having a woman's hands rubbing me." I replied, then added partly to be humorous, to make her feel wanted or to admit to my hidden desire. "It could have been because I have had a few fantasies about you." "Because of that damn shade, you caught me me in a most embarrassing and compromising position. John and I were close to finishing, which you interrupted." She told me, still, her back to me. "I took care of John but my body is still flushed and wanting. If you really wish to do something for me... show me what kind of fantasies you've had about me." In actuality, I had nothing, but that wasn't going to be a problem. Safe family pussy was being offered. I stood and moved in close behind her, putting my hands on her hips. "I have imagined you riding me before. You are able to come on top?" I was responding to her comment that THEY had been close to coming. "Yes, it took a little practice...because of who it was. I could tell when Bob was going to ejaculate. His cock would get really stiff and of course he would be pounding my ass off. Just like Bob, I can feel John's cock get really hard and his little noises becomes quite frantic. His mind is quite sound. He understands completely what we are doing, but his mind and mouth is where everything gets scrambled. I just wait for that hardness...think about Bob... and put my finger there, then, get my orgasm quickly before him." I was quite surprised at my mother's descriptive language. I pushed a little, "Where exactly did you put your finger?" "On my clit." She answered, turning her head and smiling. "I actually prefer to be on my back having my ass pounded off." "You have only had two men? You husband and John? I queried. "Of course!" She answered, a bit defensively. "You were married once, of course, but have you cheated on Della?" "No, of course not." I shot back. "I feel family, us, me and you, not in the realm of cheating." "My sentiments too." "Where do you us to be?" I inquired with a whisper, hoping it sounded lovingly or lustfully. "We don't want to upset John." She replied. "Like I said, his mind is sound. He will know what we are doing. He has heard us talking and probably already knows what we are going to do." "I'm willing to do whatever you need. Tell me exactly what we are going to do." I quizzed. "I don't want to set my expectations too high." "You are very considerate. I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time early on...you are my favorite...have been for years." She said, humor in the tone, then. "Anything you want as long as I have an orgasm during the next two and half hours. I should tell you..." Her voice faltered. "that John occasionally gives me oral. I guess you could say I forced it on him, but I wanted to try it and found it is quite enjoyable and I think he likes doing it. He's very sloppy at it. He's all over the place. Drives me to distraction. Let me go wash up a bit and we will go into the bedroom. You can go and start drawing the curtains. Mike is gone to New York and the girls are working... it's passed their lunch hour. And pull that damn shade on the door down again." As Mary moved towards the bathroom, I walked to the door and pulled the curtain down. I then moved left to the middle of John's bed and leaned down to his ear. I whispered, "don't hold it against me John, but I'm going to fuck your mother. You have nothing to worry about. I have little doubt that she will continue to give you her pussy. If I am lucky, I may be fortunate enough to fuck her more than this once. We can share her." I saw a smile appear on John's face. I moved to the bedroom/living room and closed the curtains on the four windows. There was a door with no curtains at the far end of the room. It led through a sunny sitting room to another small building that was used for bedrooms when there were more children at home. I studied it a moment and accepted to leave it be. I heard Mary tell her son to take a nap. She entered the room still wearing her jean dress with top straps and a pink cotton shirt. "I removed my panties from the bed railing. I think it would be safe if I left on my dress. You can remove your pants if you wish. I am interested in seeing your cock." "You left your panties off, yes?" "I did!" She replied, with a child like tone. As I strip from the waist down, she moved to the bed and placed herself in the middle of it on her back, straightening her dress, leaving her covered from the knees up. After removing everything I had on from the waist down, I joined her in the bed, to her right, on my back, letting my cock stand tall. I studied her as she looked at my cock. She slowly moved her right hand to grip it and stroked it very slowly. "Does that feel good?" "Very much." I assured her. "Do you want me to suck it?" "Only if you like to to do it." I answered. She lifted herself on her elbow, maneuvering to her knees, then, began to suck the head of my cock. She was soon stroking it, taking half of it into her mouth. I watched, felling like I should pinch myself to believe all this was real. I felt I was close to coming and eased her head off me. "My turn." I told her, maneuvering her to her belly and pushing her dress up to uncover her bare ass. As I suspected, her ass was broad and beefy. It mattered little as I began to kiss and nibbled at her ass cheeks, running my tongue up the crack of her ass. I could smell the aroma of sweet soap with an underlying sent of her womanly odor. After a few long minutes, I maneuvered her to her back and began kissing down her still mostly covered belly and thighs. When I reached her mound, I lifted her dress and revealed a considerable belly that creased her midsection just above her mound. But I also revealed a very thick, dark brown, forested bush. Oh, how I love a thick bush. I rolled over atop her legs, dropping between them as she spread and lifted her beefy legs. Her upper thighs touched and I had to push her legs wider to exposed her pussy. Puffy, and a bit loose, pussy lips, were outlined with a considerable amount of pubic hair. She had birthed 11 children and perhaps it had been lovelier and tighter in her youth. Again, I reminded myself family pussy was safe pussy. Without a second thought, I put my face to it, pecked it with a few kisses, before searching every nook and cranny with the tip of my tongue. I soon found her clit. "Oh, press! That is so good! Much better than John's sloppy attempts at licking it. Right there! Yes! Yes! Don't move! Noooooooo! Yes! YES! Push it deeper! I can't believe you've got your tongue in my pussy!" Her ass was humping my face as I shoved my tongue repeatedly into her loose, very lubricated pussy. I slid my hands under her beefy ass to lift her up. I was purging her juices from my mouth, it flowing slowing down my chin, her slippery thighs wetting my cheeks. I returned to her clit. "I don't want to wait any longer! Make me come! Make me come now! Right there! Oh, fuck! Another second! Don't move! Rightttttt THREeeeeeeeeeeee!" I followed her ass up, helping to support her weight, letting her down slowly as the orgasm slowly release her. I had no intentions of quitting quite yet. Still, I was purging a good amount of her lubrication from my mouth. I slowly flicked the tip of my tongue over and around her clit. "That was wonderful, Press." She moaned "You could do that all day long or at least until I pass out or go crazy. She lifted her knees high and placed her feet on my shoulders as I continued to concentrate most of my attention at her clit. Her moans were soft and continuous. I lifted my eyes and saw a considerable amount of her not so large breasts peeking from under the dress. I reached with my left hand to clear the left tit and fondled it, a good hand full, stroking the nipple with my thumb. Her moans changed their pitch. Her nipple was erect, firm and sensitive. Her second orgasm took considerably longer than the first one. I watched her study me between her legs. I felt her hands scuffle at my hair. I saw her smile at me, her eyelids heavy. "Don't move." were her only words when the orgasm flowed softly through her, her body trembling, her midsection flexing, before coming to rest. She sighed loudly and contently. I want to let her alone to be happy and content, but our limited time was passing. I backtracked off of the bed, taking hold of her legs, and with her help, moving her ass to the edge of the bed. The bedside sagged slightly as I pushed her legs back against her breasts. I lightly gripped my cock and slapped at her pussy with my shaft. I scrubbed the crack, wetting most of the length in her juices. I slapped some more before pushing the head of my cock quickly to her hole, and shoved deep. I withdrew it slowly and completely. I slapped my shaft on her pussy some more before sticking her again. I withdrew with completely. Slapped it some more. "Again. Stick it in me! Again!" She directed. I repeat the steps three times as she grunted and moaned her approval. "Again! Deeper! Don't stop!" She demanded. I performed the actions four more times. The fourth time I pushed into her deep, slipped my hands from her thighs to the outer side of her ass and gripped them firmly, lowering my chest atop hers. I began to fuck her with serious intent and determination. Mary and I "Hell yes! Do it! Fuck me hard! Damn, your cock is good! Ouuuuu! Yes! Just like that! Push it deep!" She chanted, as she labored her ass to match my frenzied rhythm. The old bed was squeaking loudly and I heard John mumbling loudly. Both things inspired me to fuck my mother lustfully. "It's hard! It's so damn hard! Don't stop! Come in me! Do it! Harder damn you! DO IT!" She lustfully encouraged. I did it! My cock jerked sending my ejaculate into my mother's belly. Three times by cock jerked, telling me I flooded her belly with a large amount of sterile semen. I knew she knew it was safe to do so and I felt no remorse for having done so. Not one for separating quickly after intercourse, I helped her to maneuver backup on the bed and moved over her and attempted to kiss her. Her face shied to the left and my lips kissed her ear. I was miffed for a few seconds. Della always kissed me lustfully after I ate her pussy. "I guess we had better get up." She immediately suggested much to my disappointment. "If someone stops to see John we certainly don't want to get caught. Please understand. I feel very uncomfortable at this moment and just want to get ourselves straight. There was little I could do and moved off of her, helping her to come off of the bed to stand. She straightened her dress and messed with her hair, looking into a nearby full length mirror. I dressed, then, followed her to the kitchen. "Wash your mouth and face and I will give you that kiss you wanted." After I did so, she gave me a very warm hug and a soft kiss on the lips. She reminded me that we had about an hour left and that she would be happy to make me lunch as she needed to make John lunch also. "I hope our relationship is not going to be hurt by this afternoon?" Mary asked, as we sat eating, her feeding John at the bed. "John is pissed! You have to eat, John!" "Is this going to be the only time... for us?" I queried. "Are you going to be upset if I tell you, yes?" "I will be disappointed but not upset." I answered honestly. "Thank you for that." She responded with a tender tone. "I truly wish it could be the only time. After you are gone, I'm sure I will feel ashamed, but if you are agreeable to continue, then, I would be quite happy if you would come see me occasionally." "2 or 3 times a month like I have been doing?" "Maybe more if you could manage it sometimes." She replied turning her head to look at me and smiling mischievously. "I can't guarantee every time will be fruitful, but I like oral a lot." I smiled knowingly at Mary, my mother. Mary & Louisa Mary was tossing and turning in bed, finding sleep difficult. She got up and opened the window further to the sultry night hoping for more of a breeze but to no avail. With a sigh she got back into bed and scrunched up her eyes tightly. All that happened was that her mind took her back over the events of yesterday and although this kept her from sleep she smiled to herself and began to go over every little delicious detail again! She had been working for Louisa Remy, a French writer, for about 3 weeks. The position suited her fine – not much money but a roof over her head and all the food she could eat. The cottage which Louisa had rented was in a remote part of Northumberland but close to the most amazing expanse of beach that Mary had ever seen and although the weather was unseasonably warm and still, she could imagine the winter storms. The sky and sea would be iron grey and the wind would whip along the beach turning it into an intense Gothic landscape. For now, however, she used the beach to sun bathe and the icy North Sea to keep her cool, not to inspire her rather dark imagination. Mary was word processing Louisa's new book, turning the spidery scrawl on paper into neatly typed and edited chapters on screen. She also did the housework – cleaning and washing for them both but Louisa did all the shopping and cooking and what a cook she was! Mary had been treated to all sorts of new taste and texture sensations. It had been while Mary was wiping down the dining table after lunch and wondering what Louisa was going to make for dinner that night that it had begun. Louisa had quietly come into the room and stood behind Mary. She moved a hand around Mary and placed it on her right breast. Mary gasped and stood up in shock but before she had a chance to turn round or say anything Louisa was whispering in her left ear. 'Mary don't move. I am not going to hurt you. I just want you to listen to me. I have a feeling about you and my intuition is usually right. Listening?' Mary nodded that she was – she was extremely curious to hear what Louisa was going to say! 'Bend over Mary and place both hands and arms flat on the table and spread your legs as wide as you can.' Mary did as she was asked. 'Good, now I am going out to do some shopping. I want you to stay here like this for 10 minutes then I want you to go upstairs and change into the clothes I have left on your bed. When you have changed come back here and wait for me in this position. If, on reflection, you do not wish to do this I have left your pending salary on the hall table. You can take it, call a taxi and go. Do you understand?' 'Yes, Louisa, I think I do.' Mary answered as her mind spun. Louisa removed her hand and then left. All she could hear was the beating of her heart and the raucous calls of the seagulls. She watched the clock in front of her. She was anxious to get upstairs and see what it was that Louisa wanted her to wear. At first she was shocked and a little confused about what Louisa had asked her to do but as she thought about it she began to get excited. Louisa wanted her to be a slave! The idea, although a little frightening, had her vivid imagination running riot and it was turning her on. She could feel herself getting moist and she had a glorious little glow between her legs. After what seemed like a very long ten minutes, Mary straightened up and stretched her arms and back. She ran upstairs and into her bedroom and saw a bundle on the bed. She began to inspect what had been left for her. She stood with her mouth open as she looked at the tiniest purple velvet mini skirt; a black velvet corset with lacing up the front; a black velvet chocker; the highest pair of black patent shoes she had ever seen; a black clasp for her hair and a make up bag. That was it, no underwear, no stockings. Surely Louisa was having a joke! There was no way she could wear that outfit! She thought of the money sitting on the table and almost decided to take it and run when she reasoned that she should at least try the outfit on and if she felt uncomfortable then she would leave. The person in the mirror was not her! She stood staring at herself and couldn't believe the transformation. The corset gave her a shape she never thought she could possibly have – her breasts were like two rounded globes and her waist, well, was there! The skirt fitted her like a glove and just covered her modesty but made her ass look great. She had put her long dark hair up in the clasp and put on the very dark purple lipstick and black eyeliner. She had never thought she could have looked like this – she was enthralled. Is this what Louisa had been seeing in her since she arrived? The idea made her blush but it also brought that glow back between her legs. The thought of Louisa seeing her like this was something she realised that she wanted – she wanted Louisa to put her hand on her breast again with a passion. She shook her head at her mirror self and laughed – the money would stay where it was! The last part of the outfit was those ridiculous shoes. She put them on and although they made her legs look longer she knew she would never be able to walk in them. So with shoes in hand she made her way back down stairs to the dining room. With the shoes on she was quite a bit taller and she had to bend further over the table to get her hands and arms flat on it. When she had settled herself in the position she suddenly realised that the mini skirt had ridden up and her pussy was exposed to the open dining room door. This is what Louisa wanted, she thought! The first sight she will see is my wide open pussy! Again Mary panicked but again the feeling in her pussy kept her there. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Louisa's reaction when she saw her like this and she felt herself getting more excited at these thoughts. She had thought her sexy thoughts for about 15 minutes when she heard Louisa's car pull up. The noise startled her back to reality and she felt herself getting anxious and her heart beat faster – God what was she doing? She heard the front door open and Louisa's footsteps making their way down the hall. When they stopped Mary guessed that Louisa was standing looking at her – taking her all in. She felt herself blush again. 'Oh, Mary, what a good girl you are and how beautiful you look!' She heard Louisa say. 'I am so glad you decided to stay. I was right about you wasn't I? You want to play!' With that Mary felt something stroke her leg from her ankle to her thigh. Up and down her leg it went and then the same on the other one – a gentle stoking that was getting her hot and bothered. 'Do you like that? Does that feel nice Mary?' 'Yes, Louisa it feels very good.' 'Is it making you horny? Although by the look of your pussy you were horny already! Have you been getting excited waiting for me?' 'Yes and yes!' 'Good girl! I want you horny – the hornier the better!' Louisa now gently touched Mary's pussy with whatever she was holding. Mary gasped. 'You have just made my brand new riding crop wet with your cunt juices! You must be punished! Pull your skirt up further!' Louisa's voice demanded obedience and Mary pulled up her skirt. 'Such nice white cheeks but I want to see them red!' Suddenly Mary felt the crop whack her ass cheek. The stinging pain made her so breathless and speechless that she didn't make a sound. 'Oh not hard enough for you?' Louisa said and brought the crop down even harder on Mary's other cheek. The pain made Mary scrunch up her eyes and yelp! 'Ouch, Louisa, that hurts!' 'Good it is supposed to! Mmmm, nice red cheeks now.' Louisa began to lick Mary's red welts and blew on them to cool them down. 'There is that better?' 'Yes, thank you.' 'Good. Now just one last thing before we have dinner. I want to feel how wet you are with my finger, Mary. I hope you are very wet or I will have to punish you again.' Before Mary could answer she felt Louisa's finger touch her clit and it slid slickly to her cunt opening. 'Oh very good, Mary, you are very well juiced up! Just how I like it!' Louisa continued to stroke Mary's pussy over and over again. Mary could feel herself getting wetter and more excited and she began to move herself against Louisa's finger in the hope that she might enter her and begin finger fucking her. 'Stay still girl! You must not move and you must not cum! That is for another time.' With a final flick of Mary's clit Louisa withdrew her finger and Mary felt her press up against her, her jeans rough against her sore bare ass and her hypersensitive open pussy. 'Here – a little appetiser. Lick my finger.' Mary sucked and licked Louisa's finger, savouring the taste of her own excitement. 'I think we are going to have such fun you and me! Now before I go and make dinner here are your instructions for the rest of this evening and tomorrow. Change into your own clothes now but I forbid you to touch yourself or masturbate. Understand? You are not allowed to cum. Tomorrow you will shave your pussy and at the same time as today get yourself in the same position ready for my inspection. Once I have left the room you can straighten up.' Mary turned over in her bed – the ache in her pussy was almost unbearable but she wanted to do as Louisa had asked, so she didn't touch her swollen pussy. Louisa hadn't even seen what a gloriously Gothic tart she made in her outfit! Ah, well like a lot of things perhaps that was for another time. Sleep or no sleep she couldn't wait for tomorrow to come and she would shave her pussy for the first time and have Louisa inspect and admire the results...and then who knows? Yes she was looking forward to tomorrow very much.